• Daniel Ethan Finneran

Biden Blathers Toward World War III – A Political Poem

From the mind of Eugene Erigena, a scoundrel and a poet.


So said the man who knows not what he says:

Cherish the hours, for short are the days

‘Till you soldiers of American fame

Will be deployed to the heart of Ukraine!

“You’ll see when you’re there”, said he to the crowd.

Words captured as they were uttered aloud.

“We’ll see when we’re there?”— the regiment asked

“What is it, pray tell, with which we’ve been tasked?”

About the small room there rippled a stir

What, but world war, were the men to infer?

An engagement grand, imminent, and near

With the dread forces of cruel Vladimir.

On this weighty point, Joe failed to dilate

His schedule was busy, the hour was late.

He left them there roiling in torrents of stress

Only to deepen and worsen the mess.

Of chemical weapons he then was asked:

“What will you do if Ukrainians are gassed?—

If Kiev’s air’s filled with noxious pollution

Breathed by the mad czar, the fetid Putin?”

Quick was his answer, decisive his mind

To these attacks, we’ll respond fast, “In kind”.

“In kind?” —surely that’s not quite what you mean,

Strong in resolve, howsoever you seem;

For to do “In kind”, is to do the same

To bludgeon another, if you’ve been maimed;

To follow the code of Hammurabi

Whose law clearly states, “an eye for an eye”.

That means, sir, if Russian gas is released

In NATO’s dark fumes, Moscow must be fleeced.

Such is the rule of lex talionis

The “In kind” creed by which you would lead us.

Alas! From bad to worse did Biden’s words go

Plumbing the depths of rhetorical lows.

Scanning this bedrock of barren babbles

Thrusting us closer to dangerous battles.

In fair, proud Poland, while giving a speech

He went off script and attempted to reach

Toward passion’s high peak, a grand elevation

From which he could move and stir the nation.

But on his ascent he mistook a step

Tumbling upward, as though boarding a jet.

Seizing the moment but losing the hour,

He yelled, “This man cannot remain in power!”

Who is “this man”, but Putin “The Deranged”

For whose ousting, a regime must be changed;

A government toppled, a coup devised

History remade, the world order revised;

The Russian bear prodded, harried, and poked

Whose outburst I fear, if truly provoked.

With nuclear bombs too many to count

To what good do Joe’s words really amount?

Is this what Biden is prepared to do?

To double the horrors of World War II?

Or is he merely large of rhetoric

While wielding a most diminutive stick?

Or have his faculties taken their leave--

Leaving a leader whose mind is a sieve.

For all the globe: north, west, east, and the south

I tremble each time Biden opens his mouth.

Refer to his quotes, the foregoing three

The man’s pronouncing a casus belli.

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